White Foxes

All you are to me
 Roses, roses
 That's all you're offering me
 And oh, i wish to god that the earth would turn cold
 And my heart would forget it's made of glass
 And all the pretty tulips would disappear
 And never disturb me again
 You gave me my very first gun
 I'll go out and hunt the hidden dome
 With white foxes
 Freeze
 Hunger, hunger
 Is the purest sin, it is an
 Empty church in a crowded bin
 I've wept and i've stumbled
 I've fought and i've craved
 For the gravy of your soul
 But all i want to do now is walk among
 The barren trees in fields of snow
 You gave me my very first gun
 I'll go out and hunt the hidden dome
 With white foxes
 Freeze
 Freeze
 My eye is my sanctuary
 My eye is my sanctuary
 My eye is my sanctuary
 My eye is my sanctuary
 My eye is my sanctuary